(A Collection of Short Stories) Author - Suresh Babu Mishra English Translation by - Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta ‘Mewadev’ ‘THE STORIES OF THE COLLECTION ARE RELATED TO THE STRUGGLE OF LIFE AND THE INTENSE DESIRE TO LIVE’ Human life and its activities have always been the center of infinite wonders and curiosity. Literature is considered to be the most important means of knowing and understanding the activities and actions of any period. Through literature, we know and experience the living world in our neighbourhood, surroundings, and the living world spread across the world and its activities. These experiences not ...Read More

UNIQUE AURA It was the month of November. It was ten o'clock at night. In the plains, November considered a month of mild winter. Mild sunshine comes out during the day, and the weather becomes slightly cold by evening. But in Kashmir, it is quite chilly even in November. Sometimes snowfall also starts. Parvez Rasool was lying on the bed in a quilt in his house in Gulmarg. He was trying to sleep. Just then there was a knock on his door. He was surprised. Who could it be at such a late hour on this cold night, ...Read More

WOUNDED SOLDIER The news spread like wildfire in the entire village that someone's dead body was lying near hill of the village. It was a small village situated near a high hill in the Baramulla sector of Kashmir. Fifty-sixty families lived there. All the people of the village gathered near the hill in a hurry. The dead body was lying in a bush below the hill. Two young men took the dead body out of the bush. Everyone was surprised to see that it was the dead body of a soldier. He had been shot in the chest ...Read More

SCATTERD BLOOD The evening darkness was slowly spreading all around. BSF Subedar Raghuraj Singh posted on the border looked towards the border. The barbed wires spread far and wide were witness to the Indo-Pak border. Raghuraj Singh has been posted on the border for the last ten years. Nothing has changed on the border in these ten years. Sand spread far and wide, hot winds in summer, sandstorms and movement of people between the two countries, everything is the same as it was ten years ago. The world has come a long way but the only way to ...Read More

THE WAVES OF RAVI Reshma was sitting on the bank of the river Ravi. She was staring at calm waves of the river. The waves were flowing at a calm pace. There was a deep silence all around. The river Ravi flowing from here enters the Pakistani border. This is where the borders of India and Pakistan meet. Reshma lived in Kashmir. She was the only child of S.P. K.R. Khan of the Sopiya Range. Reshma kept looking at the foamy waves of the river for a long time. Then her eyes turned towards the west. She was ...Read More

WORKING STYLE "What? He refused to take ten lakh rupees", the minister could not believe his ears. "Yes, am telling the truth minister. Yesterday I went to DM Sahab with ten lakh rupees in a briefcase. But DM Sahab did not even touch the briefcase." Contractor R P Chaddha said. The minister was listening to everything quietly. He could not understand how an officer could refuse to take such a huge amount. "Minister Ji, do something, if I do not get this contract, I will suffer a loss of crores." Contractor Chaddha said. Disappointment was visible in his ...Read More

BEAUTIFUL EYES Shankar and Tarana were sitting on a mound on the bank of the Nakatiya River. Far the worries of the world, both were lost in their world here, in this solitude. Shankar was playing the guitar and Tarana was singing. The sound of the guitar and the song was echoing far and wide in this quiet place. Shankar must have been eleven-twelve years old. He was a teenager from a middle-class family. His father had a grocery shop in the city. Shankar was very handsome and very good at studies. He was very fond of playing ...Read More

LEASE OF LAND It was a Sunday. I was sitting at the house of a lawyer friend of having evening tea. Some other friends of the lawyer had also come. They were talking on various topics. I was sitting quietly and listening to everyone. At that very moment, an old man came there. He looked like a typical villager. The old man greeted the lawyer and asked- 'It has been three months since we won the case, but you have not yet given us possession of the land. How much more time will it take, sir?' The lawyer ...Read More

CHAUDHARY KAKA'S DREAM Chaudhary Kaka was the most powerful man of the village. Whatever he said was written stone. No one dared to contradict him. He was a nobleman from a family. He owned several hundred acres of land. He had set up a sugar mill on the roadside in the village. Most of the men of the village worked in his fields or mills. His mansion built on several acres was known as Badi Haveli in the surrounding villages. Chaudhary Kaka’s personality was imposing. Tall and broad, fair complexion, and with big mustaches, Kaka who looked tough ...Read More

RAMIYA This time, we decided to organize the National Service Scheme camp in Ratanpura village. Ratanpura is a village ten kilometers from the city. The village has a high number of illiterate people. The bus had left the boys here in the morning. Sharma Ji and I came later. We had to stay with the boys for ten days. Today was the first day of the camp. The boys were busy working the whole day, so after having food, everyone slept early. It was 11 p.m. The blanket of darkness was spread all around. Everyone was sleeping unaware. ...Read More

PEOPLE ON THE MARGINS Thakur Ripudaman Singh was restlessly strolling around his Chaupal. There were expressions of worry irritation on his face. For generations, the people of Ramangala had been working as labourers on his farms. Whatever Thakur Sahab gave them; they took it and never complained. But the wind had changed since the last election. In all the elections that have been held to date, the people of Ramangala blindly supported the candidate for whom Ripudaman Singh gave orders. But in this election, despite Ripudaman's repeated threats, they did not vote for Ripudaman's candidate but voted for ...Read More

HOLI OF CHILDHOOD At that time, I was studying in my first year at S.K. Inter College in City. Holi holidays had started in the college, and I had come to the village to celebrate Holi. In those days, the festival of Holi used to last for at least a week. My village Chandokha was situated on the banks of the Ramganga river in Dataganj tehsil. In those days, our village was very backward in terms of education and development. There was no means of transportation from Dataganj to the village. The eight-kilometer distance had to be covered ...Read More

BADE THAKUR The gatekeeper Buddha Singh looked at the clock on the wall. It was already 11 p.m. much of the night had passed, but the MLA sahab had still not returned from his field visit. Buddha Singh was awake waiting for him to come. To overcome his lethargy, he lit a beedi. When this too did not remove his lethargy, he got up and started walking around the lawn. Just then, the headlights of a car fell on the gate. The gatekeeper Buddha Singh quickly opened the gate. The MLA sahab had returned. The car came to ...Read More

FINAL OUTCOME Young industrialist Madhuresh is walking restlessly with his wife Rekha in front of the emergency ward the Indian Institute of Medical Sciences. Their four-year-old son Rahul is to undergo an operation. Rahul is their only child. That is why both their hearts are pounding. Madhuresh, who is always proud of money, is today addressing the hospital's ward boy as 'bhai sahab'. The preparations for the operation are complete. Madhuresh pleaded with the doctor, "Doctor Sahab, please save my child, no matter how much money it costs." "Money is not the cure for every problem, Mr. Don't ...Read More

DESIRE FOR LUXURY Looking at the green tea gardens spread far and wide in the lap of the valleys of the mountains, it seemed as if someone had spread a green sheet on the ground. Major Ramandeep's beautiful and grand house was built in the middle of the gardens. Major Ramandeep was no longer able to walk on his feet. His leg had been damaged in an accident, so he used to take the help of a wheelchair and used to look at his tea gardens from the balcony of his house. Dozens of men and women used ...Read More

MEMORIES As soon as I stepped into the beautiful hills of Dehradun, all those memories came back to me, of which I had left Dehradun. However, there is a huge difference between the Dehradun of that time and the Dehradun of now. Earlier, it was not as dazzling as it is today, neither were there such wide roads, nor such a big market, and nor was there so much crowd in the market. Since it was made the capital of Uttarakhand, it has been transformed. People from many cities started coming and living here. Just thinking that living in ...Read More

BABA SANTA SINGH The Sutlej River was flowing slowly. The sand was spread far and wide on both banks. In the hot afternoon of Vaishakh, the sand particles shone like silver. There was bright sunlight all around, so no person was visible far and wide. A scorching hot wind was blowing. Just then the sound of a song was heard from somewhere far away. The sound gradually came closer. This voice was of Santa Singh. Santa Singh was singing bhajans with full concentration. Every child in the nearby villages knew Santa Singh. He was known as Baba Santa ...Read More

THE LAST JOURNEY The municipal clock struck four. It was four o’clock; Ramesh got up in a hurry and down. He went to go the toilet etc. When Ramesh returned, he saw that Anwar was still sleeping. Ramesh shook Anwar and said, 'Get up quickly Anwar, it's four o'clock. If the five o'clock bus to Baramulla leaves, it will be difficult to reach the village before sunset. Anwar lay down lazily for some time, and then got up yawning. He was still drowsy. Anwar went to do his daily chores. Ramesh started getting ready to go home. Ramesh and ...Read More

PROTECTORS OF HONOUR It was evening. The Sun God was preparing to go to the west. The shadows the trees were getting longer. In such a situation, a cyclist was riding his bicycle on the trail going to Chandanpur. Perhaps he wanted to reach Chandanpur before it got dark. That cyclist was none other than Rajaram, the Gram Panchayat Secretary of Chandanpur village. Rajaram was returning from the block. Apart from Chandanpur, there were five-six more villages in his area. Rajaram was a very clever person. He had earned lakhs of rupees in his six-seven years of service. ...Read More